Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Long ago, Zhang Rongfang had a certain worry.

That was, the strongest aspect of his bloodline ability was the ultimate being.

The enhancement granted to him by the ultimate being bloodline had long surpassed the Blood Ancestor.

This bloodline continuously mimicked and absorbed the genes of other powerful entities, fusing into an unprecedentedly terrifying and strong individual.

He could simulate any kind of biological ability.

But, all of this was based on one point.

That point was genes.

Genes are essentially creations made up of molecules; it's fine when facing beings with genes, but what if they don't have genes?

Or... what if, like now, there was someone like Long who could directly attack and destroy the genetic level?

The answer was exceedingly clear.

Under the bright daylight, above Zhang Rongfang's massive blood-red body, floated nine human heads, simultaneously emitting an invisible, piercingly terrifying howl.

The essence of sound waves is the vibration transmitted through mediums like air, but at this moment, his howl was vibrating something other than air.

It was something on a mental and conscious level.

This howl kept spreading, instantly covering the area where Long was located.

Layer upon layer of ripple-like vibrations spread from Long's body like water waves, passing through.

Although it did not cause any reaction, Long's originally peaceful smile slowly receded.

Because, he actually sensed a faint impact.

Though extremely weak, he was indeed touched.

"I indeed did not misjudge you..." Long's constant smile at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.

"You have this potential. The potential to approach me..."

"Just simply approaching you?" Zhang Rongfang also noticed that his howl merely slightly affected the other party, and immediately understood the gap between them.

His nine large mouths simultaneously closed, the human heads retracting as if time was reversing, quickly returning to his crown.

Everything returned to its initial state, as if nothing had happened.

But only the two of them knew, the outcome had been decided.

"For hundreds of years." Long took a deep breath. "I overlook everything, like a god overlooking all beings. Everything, all traces, I understand completely."

"My brain is the highest crystallization of the Spirit Eye Race, not a genetic creation, but a supercomputer constructed with spirit particles. I can comprehend all the knowledge you find difficult, able to calculate an entire system of innumerable subsequent factors just from a little trace. I can deduce all your abilities, state, system, and even calculate your destined future from just a tiny sample of flesh."

Long sighed deeply.

"But...."

He faced Zhang Rongfang, as if staring into his eyes.

"What is the meaning of such a world?"

"Meaning? That is hope, the unattainable goal that gives you meaning, allowing you to accomplish what you temporarily cannot but might be able to do in the future." Zhang Rongfang replied.

"Without hope, your life is also meaningless."

"Interesting saying." Long clapped his hands in applause, "But I am different."

He smiled and said, "My meaning lies in seeking variables. This world to me is like observing palm lines. Just like you, all your abilities, martial arts, skills, I can deduce through reverse calculation. Observing traces, calculating reversely, compiling information, I can be all-knowing."

"This is all I have grasped before." His expression was calm. "But...."

Clearly without eyes, but at this moment, Long seemed to be gazing at Zhang Rongfang, a gaze as if tangible, directly landing on him.

"But what?" Zhang Rongfang felt a slight chill in his heart. He now generally understood the fundamental concept of Long's existence.

This was an extremely powerful supercomputer, combined with its immensely formidable biochemical physical strength, capable of manipulating molecular-level micro-structural particles, and even possessing other unknown mysterious abilities.

Such an existence could indeed accomplish all that Long had mentioned.

"But.... I found that my calculations, the model I created about you, completely failed on you!" Long continued.

"All things in the world, ceaselessly influence each other. What I touch, what I think, you cannot possibly grasp everything." Zhang Rongfang replied.

"You are right, but in the end, there is a range, a framework. Just like mortals cannot leap out of their life framework. They are constantly cycling through birth, aging, sickness, and death throughout their lives. But you... are different."

Long said softly.

"On you, there is a variable constantly breaking the framework. A never-before-seen, extremely unique variable...."

Keeping his expression unchanged, Zhang Rongfang was nevertheless suddenly shocked in his heart.

He never imagined that the other party actually had some inkling of his greatest secret. The existence of the attribute column was indeed his largest variable to break the structure and framework.

"That's why I'm very curious, what exactly is this variable on you?" Long's body suddenly decomposed.

In the blink of an eye, he assembled and condensed beside Zhang Rongfang.

"It allows you to repeatedly break through your own structure, your own framework, and step into new levels." Long's voice turned soft.

"Don't worry, I will soon." Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice, "soon reach your level."

"I look forward to it."

Long gently exhaled a breath towards Zhang Rongfang.

That breath contained countless black powder.

All this powder was made up of countless molecule-level sword arrays, like innumerable meat grinders, just by contacting, instantly shredding all Zhang Rongfang's defenses and flesh.

Silently, Zhang Rongfang's entire body began to disintegrate, turning into countless blood-red powder, drifting away with the wind.

"I will return." Zhang Rongfang said softly for the last time.

"I look forward to it." Long gently replied.

From this moment on, the outcome had been decided.

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Yuan City.

Inside the Celestial Lotus Palace.

The ground suddenly heaved up a massive blood blister, which pulsed slowly like a heart for dozens of beats.

Soon, with a tearing sound, the blood blister split open, revealing a tall, perfectly built human figure.

It was the newly revived Zhang Rongfang.

A sophisticated blood robe automatically appeared on his body, covering him completely.

As he had just been revived, his damp long hair quickly steamed and dried.

"Long... it truly stands at an unreachable height for everyone, overlooking all. Like a god gazing upon mortals..."

At this moment, Zhang Rongfang started to understand Long's mindset.

It is the strongest crystallization of Spirit Eye Race technology, capable of calculating countless variables and outcomes in an instant. No matter how complex something might be, it is child's play to it.

In its eyes, human organs, internal organs, tissues, cells, genes are all overwhelmingly simple.

Perhaps in its view, all other living things appear as primitive monkeys, or perhaps even simpler and more foolish than monkeys.

Because it can predict whatever reaction they have.

From seeing the beginning, the outcome automatically emerges...

Such a life must indeed be too monotonous.

"So does it only want to be a spectator? Because everything for you is already known."

Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt that Long seemed to be just playing a game. A game in which everyone is a participant.

Searching for the three great secret locks might be its final goal and commitment.

The three great secret locks were set by the Spirit Eye Race, so essentially it's playing a game of hide and seek with its own kind.

Returning to his senses, Zhang Rongfang glanced around.

Zhang Zhenhai was lying on his side on a bed behind the screen in the corner, sleeping soundly.

The Celestial Maiden was sitting cross-legged in meditation on one side of the screen, but her eyes were tightly shut, and she had also fallen asleep.

Seeing the two of them asleep, Zhang Rongfang slowly walked to a corner of the palace, pushed the door open, and outside was a triangular balcony.

He walked to the edge of the balcony and gazed outward.

In the distance under the black vault of the sky, pillars of violet crystal reached from the heavens to the earth. Occasionally, groups of flying Bloodline members went up and down, resembling flocks of birds in transit.

"In this invitation to battle, the terrifying destructive power of Long was tested. But there's still that inexplicable untouchable state; what exactly is that about, remains unclear."

Zhang Rongfang clearly recalled that in several of his attacks, he didn't even have the right to touch Long.

It was like an illusory mirage, passing right through the other party.

'If Long's intentions are really suspicious, then afterwards... it might truly be necessary to make plans early.'

Standing on the balcony, various speculations about Long's strength gradually arose in his heart.

The higher realms of martial arts, Yue Shi has also slowly touched a new level; perhaps in this regard, more exchanges with Yue Shi could be beneficial.

Many of the Bloodline's abilities he could learn from, but the mental state of martial arts realms is something he finds difficult to achieve.

Just like the Extreme Realm, though many in the Bloodline are in the Extreme Realm, he himself is not, and so it is.

"Take it slowly... no rush.... I have plenty of time." After pondering for a long time, unable to find a way to counter Long, Zhang Rongfang ultimately decided to wait for the follow-up.

At the same time, he began to seek further instruction from Yue Shi regarding the succession of martial arts realms.

To suppress is easy, to practice martial arts realms, to attempt to touch the realm above Grandmaster. As well as accelerate the construction progress of the research center.

After understanding Long's level of power, Zhang Rongfang devoted himself fully to lying low, accumulating attributes, and exploring the secrets of the Spirit Eye Race.

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Fourteen years later....

Great Spirit.

Dong, dong, dong.

The inverted Fu charm hung with a red string for safety swayed constantly as the door was knocked upon.

"It's Qing'Er, isn't it? Just come in." Inside the room, a gentle female voice was heard.

"Yes, Mother." The person knocking on the door was a handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair.

The young man was dressed in a brown long robe, with a sky-blue overcoat patterned with white Qilin.

His gaze was as calm as a lake, his temperament was serene and elegant, and he exuded a rich scholarly aura.

The door clicked open, slowly.

The young man stepped in, looking towards the wooden couch by the window.

On the wooden couch padded with soft cushions lay a pure woman whose appearance was very similar to his.

Apart from her slightly weathered expression, the rest of her features and skin were indistinguishable from that of a girl in her prime.

Beneath a form-fitting purple long dress, she revealed white, delicate, proportionate long legs. An inexplicable yet peculiar appeal made it impossible to divert one's gaze away from those legs.

"Mother, you called me, is there anything you need?" The young man, called Qing'Er, clasped his hands in salute and inquired.

He was Zhang Rongyu's son, Zhang Huanqing. Also Zhang Rongfang's own nephew, the only son of the current Minister of Revenue.

"Now that you're already sixteen and nearly seventeen." Zhang Rongyu spoke softly, "At this age, the sons of my Great Spirit ought to embark on the heavenly path, to venture into the outside world for experience."

"I have long been prepared, Mother." Zhang Huanqing nodded earnestly, "My master is also ready."

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